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    I Get High (Album Version (Explicit))

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      About "I Get High (Album Version (Explicit))"

      Lyrics for Memphis Bleek - "I Get High (Album Version (Explicit))"

      All my fans askin' me and shit
      "Yo Bleek what you be doing on your spare time and shit?"
      This what I do man (nigga)
      Check how I do (yo)
      Yo

      [Chorus]
      I gets high (high)
      Rollin' down the I95
      Ma' don't ask why
      I love gettin' high
      While I drive
      I can't lie (I can't lie)
      I puff lye (I puff lye)
      While I drive down the I95
      [Repeat]

      [Verse 1]
      I put this key in the ignition
      Start my V
      Take the clip out the ashtray
      Spark my trees
      You know that haze weed
      Backwood roll tight
      Belvedere cranberry juice mix light
      Under 30% tint ridin' bent
      Doin' a quarter
      Smokin' on what grow under water
      My life in order
      You know I got a pocket fulla sticky
      The whole BK, light a blunt up for Biggie
      And smokeout
      I gives a fuck if you got a skateboard
      Or that new XO out
      You blow the row out
      And holla
      I'mma survive or die
      I'mma ride 'cause they never take a nigga alive
      I gets high
      Rollin' down the I95
      Starrin' through the rearview
      From all the shit I survived
      And as I ride by
      I just tilt my hat
      Put the car on cruise and roll up another sack

      [Chorus]
      [Repeat]

      [Verse 2]
      You catch Bleek rollin' hay
      When I'm down in the Bay
      Hey it don't stop
      I light a blunt up for 'Pac
      Pop my colla
      Take another sip of that vodka
      Hit three wheel motion
      Locin' in the Impala
      On them fifty spoke
      With two pounds to smoke
      And the weed come clean
      No sticks no seed
      Straight bud
      And keep the car weed scented
      Mami be like Bleek
      We can't, breathe in it
      Mami keep cool
      Let me remove the roof
      Take a sip of that Bel've
      And remove your shoes
      But ch'ya
      Recline baby
      Smoke good lime baby
      This the real green
      Out the High Times baby
      We sittin' on dubs
      Know what that like?
      Twist enough bud
      Mami get your mind right

      [Chorus]
      [Repeat]
      I gets high
      Holla at the I95
      Holla at the bar
      Yeah, uh huh
      I can't lie (lie)
      Holla at the bar
      I puff lye (lye)
      When I drive down the I95 (5)
      G'yeah niggas
      y'all know
      Holla at me (understand this now, we out, One)
      Smoke one with cha dawg

      SONGWRITERS:
      COX, MALIK / MONTANER, RICARDO / MANAVELLO, PABLO
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